As days shorten bringing darkness, leaves fall to the ground.
Nights become long and cold. Darkness.
Darkness that seems to breed death and decomposition.
Fertile land ripe for life stifled under decaying leaves and frost.
Seemingly endless winter.
Then, life has a way of breaking through the ugliness of last year’s leaves, trodden thick on the ground.
How could anything survive the harsh frost of winter.
Cold, dark and hard.
Shaded from the warmth of the sun.
Time.
As always, days grow longer and the rays of the sun reach down to caress the ground.
Loosening winter’s cold fingers.
Melting snow into life.
Seeping into the ground, last year’s refuse, food for growth.
Ugliness turned into something beautiful.
One bloom breaking through the frosts of winter.
Vulnerable what ifs blossoming on trees.
Rebuilding.
Reforming.
Before you know, it is spring and things are green again.
Be well and stay safe.
AM
These Are My Scars 
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